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Arghhhh...I did something that I don't often do; I messed up on a commission. :-/
See, the Haku mask I did yesterday was requested by a good repeat buyer on Etsy. I made this Haku, because it's the third time I have made Haku & I'm still experimenting, & I saw the gray muzzle, scales, and more dramatic green as an improvement.
However, the customer wanted this Haku, which is the last one I made. Which is the one she was looking at when she ordered it. & of course, I did not make that because I am a foolish, arrogant monkey.
I have to remember; I'm not really just making these things according to whim...I'm actually in the business of selling these things. If a customer sees something they like, & they ask me to make another one for them, then I damn well should just re-create what they saw.
She was very nice about it...I just hate screwing up, is all.
Anyway, this Haku is opened up to the general public in my shop now.
...hopefully someone will love him. & now that I've made him two different ways, it's going to be even more confusing if anyone ever orders another one. *sigh* I do these things to myself.
In other news; I've been sleeping badly. Working too late, capping the night off with online business (which I should never ever do because it's stressful), going to bed when the birds start singing (around 5), waking to make eggs for Char at 6:30, then back to bed for as long as I can manage (noon usually) with the phone ringing & whatever else happens. It's not healthy.
I slept to 1:30 today (a luxury!)...just long enough to have a bad dream. I was younger (maybe 23 or so?) & for some reason, living at home, in my old house I grew up in, with my parents. They decided to sell the house & move to a smaller one. My younger brother & sister went off to college...I was just living there. Oddly, I had Kiba. They told me I had to get my own place, & I was SO upset. I said that with all the foreclosures & the economy being what it is, I'd never find an affordable apartment. I said I'd have to give up the dog. They were implacable. I woke up crying.
Of course, none of this happened. I haven't lived at home since I was 22. My Mom still lives in the same old house, rattling around in that huge 4 bedroom house like a lone bean in an otherwise empty can. If any of us needed to go live at home even now, we could move back any time. Dad's been gone for 8 years...I think that's why I was so upset in my dream. I knew he was dead, so when I saw him in my dream I was so happy...& then he kicked me out of the house. *le sigh*
It's called an "anxiety dream" for a reason. Even when I sleep, I'm still "getting it wrong". :-(
See, the Haku mask I did yesterday was requested by a good repeat buyer on Etsy. I made this Haku, because it's the third time I have made Haku & I'm still experimenting, & I saw the gray muzzle, scales, and more dramatic green as an improvement.
However, the customer wanted this Haku, which is the last one I made. Which is the one she was looking at when she ordered it. & of course, I did not make that because I am a foolish, arrogant monkey.
I have to remember; I'm not really just making these things according to whim...I'm actually in the business of selling these things. If a customer sees something they like, & they ask me to make another one for them, then I damn well should just re-create what they saw.
She was very nice about it...I just hate screwing up, is all.
Anyway, this Haku is opened up to the general public in my shop now.
...hopefully someone will love him. & now that I've made him two different ways, it's going to be even more confusing if anyone ever orders another one. *sigh* I do these things to myself. In other news; I've been sleeping badly. Working too late, capping the night off with online business (which I should never ever do because it's stressful), going to bed when the birds start singing (around 5), waking to make eggs for Char at 6:30, then back to bed for as long as I can manage (noon usually) with the phone ringing & whatever else happens. It's not healthy.
I slept to 1:30 today (a luxury!)...just long enough to have a bad dream. I was younger (maybe 23 or so?) & for some reason, living at home, in my old house I grew up in, with my parents. They decided to sell the house & move to a smaller one. My younger brother & sister went off to college...I was just living there. Oddly, I had Kiba. They told me I had to get my own place, & I was SO upset. I said that with all the foreclosures & the economy being what it is, I'd never find an affordable apartment. I said I'd have to give up the dog. They were implacable. I woke up crying.
Of course, none of this happened. I haven't lived at home since I was 22. My Mom still lives in the same old house, rattling around in that huge 4 bedroom house like a lone bean in an otherwise empty can. If any of us needed to go live at home even now, we could move back any time. Dad's been gone for 8 years...I think that's why I was so upset in my dream. I knew he was dead, so when I saw him in my dream I was so happy...& then he kicked me out of the house. *le sigh*
It's called an "anxiety dream" for a reason. Even when I sleep, I'm still "getting it wrong". :-(
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Ah ha, I take a lot of things way too personally, but as for art that only seems to affect my writing (all my writing is ME). I take any crit of my writing EXTREMELY personally, usually, unless I'm expecting it/have had a chance to put my mind in the right place, first. As for sticks, if someone doesn't like what I make, it's basically 'ok, whatever, I'll make it in a different colour, then, since you think this is too dark' or etc. Though I did once refuse to alter one of my favourite sticks to a customer's taste...they wanted the bone laquered so that it would be 'shiny', which would have made it look like cheap plastic, and I just wouldn't do it; I preferred not to sell it at all, in that case. Plus it is a bone stick and I don't know that I can seal them with clear top coats since most stuff doesn't 'stick', so it probably would just have destroyed it.
But I'd still have said no, honestly, even if I'd thought the top coat would have worked. I can't say it's the same, it's not that I identified with the stick...it's just that I loved it as it was and to me adding a gloss would be like cheapening it.